when beginnin' over
gittin' reacquainted
with the things, once
taken for granted
along the road
what no one knows
no one rushes towards
or sings about
the new moon
and the wind
blowin' against her hair
horses runnin' across the plains
a drownin' man standin'
at the foot of his lover's bed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem